Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Shined up shoes on a cracked-up sidewalk Fresh pressed shirt Yeah I smell that starch Corner store crown on a brown paper bottle We turn this block to a golden arch Sidewalk DJ with the busted speaker Kids go wild when the beat comes in Old heads nod like “that’s that flavor” Whole damn street got a stupid grin (uh) [Chorus] This that uptown groove (hey!) Shake that dust right off ya shoes If you too cool You ’bout to lose We don’t sit down We make our moves This that uptown groove (oh!) From the bus stop to the stoop Tap that soul that lives in you Say oh-oh That uptown groove [Verse 2] Taxi horns singin’ backup vocals Hot dog steam in the summer air Lady with the rollers and a silk scarf swayin’ Turns that crosswalk into a pair of stairs Little storefront church on the corner Door wide open Choir runs fly We steal a “hey!” and a “hallelujah” Blend that spirit with our Friday night [Chorus] This that uptown groove (hey!) Shake that dust right off ya shoes If you too cool You ’bout to lose We don’t sit down We make our moves This that uptown groove (oh!) From the bus stop to the stoop Tap that soul that lives in you Say oh-oh That uptown groove
Tags
funk, Tight modern funk band, dry drum pocket, slapped bass, and percussive guitar chops; brass stabs answer the vocal hooks, with gang shouts on the chorus. Male vocals, playful call-and-response, energy builds from strut in the verse to full-on dance-floor chant in the hook.
Duration
2:09
Instrumental
No
Created
3/15/2026